Part 42 (2/2)
”All night long I dreamed of her; and when the east whitened, I sprang up, the thunder of the ocean in my ears, the strong sea-wind blowing into the open window.
”'She's asleep,' I thought, and I leaned from the window and peered out into the east.
”The sea called to me, tossing its thousand arms; the soaring gulls, dipping, rising, wheeling above the sandbar, screamed and clamored for a playmate. I slipped into my bathing-suit, dropped from the window upon the soft sand, and in a moment had plunged head foremost into the surf, swimming beneath the waves towards the open sea.
”Under the tossing ocean the voice of the waters was in my ears--a low, sweet voice, intimate, mysterious. Through singing foam and broad, green, gla.s.sy depths, by whispering sandy channels atrail with sea-weed, and on, on, out into the vague, cool sea, I sped, rising to the top, sinking, gliding. Then at last I flung myself out of water, hands raised, and the clamor of the gulls filled my ears.
”As I lay, breathing fast, drifting on the sea, far out beyond the gulls I saw a flash of white, and an arm was lifted, signalling me.
”'Daisy!' I called.
”A clear hail came across the water, distinct on the sea-wind, and at the same instant we raised our hands and moved towards each other.
”How we laughed as we met in the sea! The white dawn came up out of the depths, the zenith turned to rose and ashes.
”And with the dawn came the wind--a great sea-wind, fresh, aromatic, that hurled our voices back into our throats and lifted the sheeted spray above our heads. Every wave, crowned with mist, caught us in a cool embrace, cradled us, and slipped away, only to leave us to another wave, higher, stronger, crested with opalescent glory, breathing incense.
”We turned together up the coast, swimming lightly side by side, but our words were caught up by the winds and whirled into the sky.
”We looked up at the driving clouds; we looked out upon the pallid waste of waters, but it was into each other's eyes we looked, wondering, wistful, questioning the reason of sky and sea And there in each other's eyes we read the mystery, and we knew that earth and sky and sea were created for us alone.
”Drifting on by distant sands and dunes, her white fingers touching mine, we spoke, keying our tones to the wind's vast harmony. And we spoke of love.
”Gray and wide as the limitless span of the sky and the sea, the winds gathered from the world's ends to bear us on; but they were not familiar winds; for now, along the coast, the breakers curled and showed a million fangs, and the ocean stirred to its depths, uneasy, ominous, and the menace of its murmur drew us closer as we moved.
”Where the dull thunder and the tossing spray warned us from sunken reefs, we heard the harsh challenges of gulls; where the pallid surf twisted in yellow coils of spume above the bar, the singing sands murmured of treachery and secrets of lost souls agasp in the throes of silent undertows.
”But there was a little stretch of beach glimmering through the mountains of water, and towards this we turned, side by side. Around us the water grew warmer; the breath of the following waves moistened our cheeks; the water itself grew gray and strange about us.
”'We have come too far,' I said; but she only answered:
”'Faster, faster! I am afraid!' The water was almost hot now; its aromatic odor filled our lungs.
”'The Gulf loop!' I muttered. 'Daisy, shall I help you?'
”'No. Swim--close by me! Oh-h! d.i.c.k--'
”Her startled cry was echoed by another--a shrill scream, unutterably horrible--and a great bird flapped from the beach, splas.h.i.+ng and beating its pinions across the water with a thundering noise.
”Out across the waves it blundered, rising little by little from the water, and now, to my horror, I saw another monstrous bird swinging in the air above it, squealing as it turned on its vast wings. Before I could speak we touched the beach, and I half lifted her to the sh.o.r.e.
”'Quick!' I repeated. 'We must not wait.'
”Her eyes were dark with fear, but she rested a hand on my shoulder, and we crept up among the dune-gra.s.ses and sank down by the point of sand where the rough shelter stood, surrounded by the iron-ringed piles.
”She lay there, breathing fast and deep, dripping with spray. I had no power of speech left, but when I rose wearily to my knees and looked out upon the water my blood ran cold. Above the ocean, on the breast of the roaring wind, three enormous birds sailed, turning and wheeling among one another; and below, drifting with the gray stream of the Gulf loop, a colossal bulk lay half submerged--a gigantic lizard, floating belly upward.
”Then Daisy crept kneeling to my side and touched me, trembling from head to foot.
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